Page 77 of Country Contract

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, trying to look at every part of me. His eyes move from my defiant face to my chest, my legs, and land on my wet cunt.

“Fuck, witch,” he says, moving closer to me on all fours. When he stops in between my knees, I hold my breath. His defined shoulders are one of his best features. I see the strain in them as he pushes more of his weight forward. He lowers himself onto his stomach, pushing up onto his elbows.

“Don’t you worry, I’m going to make you feel all better.” His words dance across the skin of my inner thigh. He drapes my left leg over his shoulder while placing wet kisses up my thigh, inching closer and closer.

“I’ll take your mind off all your troubles.” He licks along my outer lips, tracing the small crease. I wish he would just get to it and lick up my drenched center.

“What was it you said . . . my kisses inspire you?” He kisses my pubic bone, still not going where I want him most. “Inspire you how, Harlow?” He talks against my skin, something no one has ever done. I don’t answer, and he nips at one of my labia, pulling the plump flesh before releasing it.

Did he just bitemy pussy?

Yes.

Did I like it?

No. I loved it.

“Answer me, witch.” He bites my thigh and then licks where his teeth took purchase.

“To write,” I sigh. Harrison’s head pops up over my hips.

“You’re writing for real?” His tone is surprised. “What will that mean for editing?”

I let out an annoyed huff.

“Really, kid?” I go to put my hand on his head to push him where I want him, but he dodges me and then grabs my wrist.

“Well, I know you’re an editor right now. Do you want to be a writer? What are you writing about?” He’s smiling now, excitement beaming from him. So young and full of energy.

“Should I put my shorts back on?” I ask with playful annoyance.

Harrison has the gall to actually laugh. He playfully crawls up my body and kisses my lips.

“No, but you’ll tell me more about this later. I won’t forget.”

Lowering himself back down between my legs, he drapes them both over his shoulders and eats me like his last meal. After a week of hot make-out sessions and blow jobs, I didn’t realize how ready I was to have him pleasure me. I would get myself off, masturbate during or after, but this is so much better.

His mouth explores me more this time. Licking, biting, sucking. He’s not worried about the mess he’s making, and his fingers join his mouth. He spreads his fingers inside me, no doubt trying to warm me up for his thick cock. Hebuilds up a rhythm, and when I get close, he slows down, drawing out my pleasure. I’ve dropped back onto the bed, and I’m writhing and begging him to make a choice.

“Kid. I swear to God. You better make me come right now or else.” He snickers against my wet pussy, and the vibration feels electric.

Harrison picks up on my body language and flicks his tongue lightly over my clit, so quickly it almost feels like a vibrator. I lift my head to look, but all I see is his mouth sealed over my hood. With three thick fingers, he slowly pumps into me, a complete contrast to the speed I’m experiencing externally.

“Oh—” I start, but only a deep moan leaves me as my eyes clamp shut, and I finally come. My pussy spasms on his fingers as I ride his face as hard as I ride this wave.

He leads me through my orgasm, not pushing me too far, and not letting off too much. I’m brought back down and feel weightless.

“I don’t think you realize . . .” Harrison’s voice cuts through my haziness. I feel the weight of him shift on the bed and his body heat radiating above me. His wet lips are against mine as he finishes. “How beautiful you are.” I feel a light kiss against my lazily parted lips.

“Are you done for the night, sorceress? Do you have room for more?”

I open my eyes to Harrison leaning back, his hands at the waist of his pants, looking at me desperately.

“I want it all, Harrison.” I smile at the vision in front of me.

He grins and jerks his head over my shoulder. “Condom, bedside table.”

I turn and move on all fours as I reach over to the bedside table. On my hands and knees, I feel brazen as fuck.Naked except for these socks, my soaked pussy and ass on complete display. My small breasts don’t sway or move as I crawl.

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